Three friends decided to go deer hunting together in Scotland. One was a solicitor, one was a doctor, and the other a minister.

After many hours on the moorland, they found a stag and all three of them shot at it simultaneously . the stag dropped, and they rushed over to see it. To their surprise, instead of three bullet holes, there was only one. And so, a debate began as to whose bullet had shot the deer.

'It was me' said the doctor. 'It was very neat; there is little blood.' 'No.' it was me,' said the solicitor,' it was a very complicated shot, with an expensive bullet.'

'No,' said the minister sadly, 'I'm afraid it was me. Look-you can tell that the bullet went straight in one ear and straight out the other.'